Just for the Summer (Chasing Carolina #0.5)

by Danielle Jamie

  Ashlynn shifts to her knees, climbing between my legs one step below me. Her soft hands come to rest on my cheeks and she wrinkles her nose up as my scruff scratches her palms. I give her a small smile as I slide my hands into her hair and tilt her head up towards me. “Are we okay?” I ask, bringing my face down closer to hers. I inhale deeply, breathing her in and savoring the tingling sensation that courses through my body as she consumes me. I love her smell, and how she feels in my arms. I know it’s crazy and we’re bound to end up hurt when July thirty-first comes, but the pain will be worth it, because she’s worth it.

  She nods her head gently in my hands as she nibbles nervously on her bottom lip. “We’re okay. I’m so sorry I got all emotional.”

  “Don’t ever apologize for being honest with me. I’d rather us hash it out now than have you bottle it up and spend the last two weeks we have together with you being pissed off at me.”

  Leaning up on her knees, she brings her lips to mine. I guess that’s the signal to change the topic. I’m not complaining, because if I could, I’d spend every waking moment kissing her…and doing other things.

  I think I’ve been a gentleman long enough. As long as I get the green light tonight, I’ll be ending our evening with my dick buried balls-deep inside Ashlynn’s sweet, tight pussy, and hopefully put to rest any doubts she has about the two of us. I’m going to spend these last two weeks making sure she has the best damn summer of her life.

  WHEN I CAME TO SOUTH CAROLINA, I said my only agenda was to have fun. After everything I went through with Evan, I called off relationships for the time being. I’ve spent the last four months licking my wounds and trying to go out and have fun, but I just don’t know how to do casual. I’ve only been with two men, both of which were my boyfriends at the time.

  How does one separate love and sex? I keep telling myself to just have fun, be the fun Ashlynn everyone knows and loves, and go for it. Chase is incredibly sexy, and would be the perfect rebound guy to help get me over my slump since Evan, but with every passing day, I find myself falling for him.

  I’ve told myself to make some distance between us, go out and party with my girls and flirt with other men, anything to help lesson my attraction to Chase, but as soon as the idea crosses my mind, I push it away. The only guy I want to be around is Chase.

  To make matters worse, I found myself more hurt and upset over the fact Chase slept with Sophie after our amazing day out on his boat than I did when I discovered Evan cheating on me! That fact alone has me freaking the hell out. Why am I falling for a man I know I can’t have? Who in their right mind would want to be with a guy who lives states away?

  The idea of him even wanting to be with me for more than just friends who sleep with one another is ridiculous. I don’t even know why the thought would cross my mind. He’d never be able to last months with us apart, while I’m at school and he’s traveling for racing. Guys can’t stay faithful half the time while they have their significant other at their disposal. How the hell could one expect them to when they’re not even in the same state?

  I just need to stop thinking. That’s my entire problem. I’m thinking way the hell too much. I need to just go for, have sex with Chase, end this God forsaken dry spell I’ve had, and then move on. It’s the only way I’ll leave back to Georgia with my heart still intact.

  We’ve been sitting on the stairs for a few minutes talking about our run-in with Sophie today, and now I’m officially talked out. I’m done giving that girl another second of my time. Still holding Chase’s hand, I stand and stare down at him with a soft smile on my lips. “You want to wait in my room while I shower, or do you need to go change?”

  I’m not going to waste any more energy being mad. We’re both single. He had every right to sleep with that girl. I may not like it, and I admit it hurts like hell thinking about it, but it is what it is. He’s here with me, not with her, so I need to focus on that.

  He lets out a sigh and runs his hand over his head as a look of relief flashes across his face. “I’m going in what I’m wearing. The only girl I am worried about impressing is you, and if you think what I’m wearing is good enough, then I’ll gladly follow you inside.”

  I lead Chase through the house and into my bedroom. He tries to head straight for the couch, but I tug on his arm, telling him he’s coming to my room. He’s been inside the beach house a few times, and I’ve been in his, but never in the bedroom. He always stayed in our living room, I think because he was afraid if he was alone with me, he wouldn’t be able to keep going ‘slow’ with whatever it is we’re doing.

  I’m done going slow. I know I told him I wasn’t sure if I could handle just sex and not let emotions get in the way, but I’m going to try. I need to, or I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I don’t want to return to Georgia and be burdened with ‘what ifs’ as I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d just had sex with him.

  Leaving him on my bed playing on his phone, I slip into my ensuite and take a shower. I’ve never been more grateful for having the best room in the house than I am today. As I’m rinsing my hair, I hear a knock at my bathroom door, and my stomach immediately flips with excitement as the idea of Chase joining me in the shower crosses my mind.

  Sadly, after yelling, “Yeah?” I learn it’s Becca, not Chase.

  “We’re heading over to hang out with Vance, Reagan, and Parker until you’re ready to go,” she says through the door.

  My excitement soon returns as I realize they’re leaving, which in turn is giving us the entire house to ourselves until we leave.

  I shave my legs and my armpits, then rinse out my conditioner. I lather up my poof with my favorite pineapple, tropical-scented body wash and scrub every inch of myself, making sure I smell amazing all over. I’m glad we went to the spa the other day and I got another bikini wax, because now I’m perfectly smooth for Chase.

  Wrapping my towel around myself, I get to work blow drying my hair and pull it up into a high ponytail. I quickly brush my teeth, slide on my deodorant and spray my chest with my favorite fruity body mist that I know drives Chase crazy.

  The second I walk out of the bathroom, Chase’s eyes dart up from his phone, and then slowly slide down my body before working their way back up to land on my eyes. “If you want privacy, I’ll go wait in the living room,” he says with a pained tone as he sits up on my bed and begins to stand.

  I bite my lip as I notice his dick hardening in his shorts. I’ve been dying to taste him and see his face as I make him cum in my mouth.

  That all ends now.

  Shaking my head, I walk over to him with my towel still secured tightly around my body. I stop in front of him and run my fingers through his hair before cupping the back of his head as I stand between his legs, my knees pressing against the mattress. My entire body is tense as his fingers glide up the outside of my thighs.

  “Stay,” is all I say to him before leaning down and brushing my lips against his as I tilt my head slightly and run my fingers up and down his neck, scratching at his skin gently with my nails. He groans against my lips as I scratch his scalp and run my fingers through his hair, and he grips my thighs tightly, causing my sex to clench.

  I’m so wet right now thinking about his rough fingers and what they’d feel like sliding in and out of me.

  His hands continue to work their way up my legs, sliding under my towel, causing me to shudder against him. I moan into his mouth as they come to a stop at my butt, possessively squeezing my ass in his hands, pulling me against his chest.

  Opening my mouth, I suck on his tongue as he pushes it between my lips, and the second our tongues touch, my girly parts tingle with desire. Every part of my body craves Chase’s touch.

  Within seconds, he’s standing, lifting me by my ass and tossing me flat onto my back on the bed. Staring up into his piercing blue eyes, I’m instantly overwhelmed with emotions as they flood through me and my stomach begins to feel as if a million fluttering butterflies are trapped ins
ide of it.

  I am so falling for this man…crap!

  Casual sex just flew out the window and floated away in the warm Atlantic Ocean.

  “You smell so damn good,” he whispers against my skin as he breathes me in and presses kisses over the top of my breasts as his hand grips my towel.

  My breathing is shallow as I try to push my thoughts out of my head and focus on the here and now. My hands are slightly shaking as I grip his shoulders, and Chase pulls on my towel, causing it to fall open, exposing my body to him.

  I’m self-conscious as I lay naked in front of him. Sure, he’s seen me in a bikini, but never fully nude. Only two guys have, and even then, I was shy.

  Leaning up on his knees, his eyes slowly roam over my body, the heat coming out of them scorching my body, warming me from the inside out. His intense gaze mixing with the feeling of his hands moving up my sides and stopping to cup my breasts has my head spinning and my heart hammering against my chest.

  “Damn, Ashlynn. You’re absolutely perfect. Every. Single. Inch. Is perfect,” he says while pressing kisses to my breasts, down to my stomach, and slowly, he kisses and nibbles a path to the inside of my right thigh.

  I clench my sex, wishing I could press my legs together to dull the ever-growing ache between them. I’ve never been so worked up in my entire life.

  I’m relishing the feeling of Chase’s lips sucking and biting on my inner thigh and his hands teasing my breasts and nipples. I can feel an orgasm building deep inside of me, and he’s not even touched me intimately yet. His tongue is drawing circles along my thigh, driving me absolutely crazy.

  “Are you seriously trying to torture me?” I laugh as I wiggle beneath him. “God, I’ve waited way too long for this,” I say between moans as his hand leaves my left breast and slides torturously slow down my stomach before coming to rest on my other thigh.

  I swear he is trying to kill me!

  “Chase…” His name comes out breathlessly from my lips as his mouth moves from my thigh to just above my pussy. My hands navigate from his shoulders, back into his hair, and I tighten my grip, lacing his tousled locks in-between my fingers and let out a frustrated moan.

  I don’t know how much longer I can take his teasing. After two very long weeks of my body practically screaming at him to fuck me, we’re so close and he’s going so damn slow.

  His dick is rock-solid pressing against his shorts, and all I know is it has to be painful. There’s no way he isn’t going just as mad as I am right now.

  “Patience, baby. I need to savor every single inch of you. There’s no possible way I can rush this.” How does he make torturing me sound so hot?

  “Ooooooohhhhhhh, God!” I shout as his tongue finally slides between my lips and he nips and sucks at my clit, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head and my entire body to stiffen.

  He chuckles softly against me as his right hand leaves my leg, and I feel two fingers rub at my entrance before slowly working in and out of me. He gently curls his fingers slightly, and begins thrusting them as his tongue continues to tease my clit.

  His mouth feels fucking amazing!

  I continue to moan uncontrollably as I inch my way closer to my climax I’ve been craving since the first day I laid eyes on him. Chase slides his left arm under my leg, repositioning his body slightly as he quickens his pace. Every thrust of his finger is sending me closer and closer to the edge, and any second, I’m going to take that plunge.

  “I’m so close…Chase.” I’m not sure how I can even form a coherent sentence, because my brain is jumbled. I can’t think; I can barely breathe, let alone speak.

  He flattens his tongue and begins lapping roughly against my bud and sucking at the same time as I lift my hips, grinding my mound against his mouth. I’m squeezing my eyes closed so tightly I’m seeing fireflies floating in front of my lids. My body quakes, and I feel a warm flash of heat course through me as I scream out in ecstasy.

  “Ooohhh…God…God…fuuuck…Chase!” My throat is burning as I chant my screams of pleasure over and over again before coming down from my orgasm.

  My head is swimming, and my chest is rising and falling so fast I feel as if no matter how deeply I inhale and then exhale, I’ll never catch my breath. My hands are cramped from squeezing at Chase’s hair and shoulders, and my body feels numb as I come back down to earth and recover from that fantastic orgasm he just graced me with.

  “That was just…wow,” I say, laughing and shaking my head as I drop my arms to the bed. I don’t have the strength to move yet, so I just lay there. I smile up at Chase as he grips his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the floor, followed by his shorts.

  He’s going commando, and that means I get to see his rather exceptional cock sooner than expected. I think my jaw just became dislocated as my mouth drops open at the sight of his mouth-watering dick bobbing under its weight before me.

  Holy mother of God, that’s going to hurt!

  Chase, seeing the shock on my face, leans over me with a small smirk and says, “Don’t worry. I’ll take it slow at first. I think that orgasm I just gave you should have you more than ready for The Beast.”

  I snort and cover my face. “You named you penis The Beast?!”

  Furrowing his brows at me, he presses the head of his dick against my swollen clit, making my eyelids flutter and me to lose concentration for a moment. “It’s a beast in the bedroom, baby, so there’s no better name for it.”

  “Wow.” Shaking my head, I grin up at him with an impish smile dancing across my lips. “Well, I guess that means Beauty is ready to finally become acquainted with The Beast. So hurry up and grab a condom from the drawer,” I tell him, motioning my eyes towards the nightstand beside my bed.

  In record time, he has the condom rolled on and he’s back between my legs. Chase cups my head between his hands and stares down at me for a moment as the tip of his cock begins to slowly work its way inside me. I have my legs wrapped tightly around his waist and my hands sprawled out against his large, muscular back. I can feel his muscles flexing against my hand as he gently begins thrusting in and out of me.

  At first, my body is tense because of my nerves. I am trying to let the fact this is happening sink in. Leaning down, he kisses my lips sweetly and murmurs against them, “Just relax, baby. I told you I’m going to go nice and slow…for right now, but once you’re ready, I won’t hold back.”

  A shiver shoots along my spine as I feel his length stretching and filling me and the pressure of his lips on mine. I’m addicted to his kisses, craving his lips every second of every day.

  Dragging my nails up and down his back, I moan into his mouth as he deepens our kiss. His lips are crashing against mine, full of passion and hunger as his hips begin to thrust a little faster. Our moans blend as one, causing the beautiful sound of lovemaking to fill the room.

  I swore I’d only fuck Chase, but right now, it feels a lot like making love, and it’s impossible to ignore the all-consuming feeling that’s invading my heart as our bodies connect as one.

  Gripping my hip with one hand and bracing himself with his other, he lifts my body slightly from the bed, angling me so that I’m now taking all of him. It’s painful and pleasurable all at the same time. I can feel myself holding my breath as another orgasm builds inside me.

  Our bodies are sheathed in sweat, sliding against one another as I rotate my hips, meeting every thrust he delivers. “Oh God, Chase…I’m coming again!” I scream out, breaking our kiss and tilting my head back as an intense orgasm rocks me to my core. I’m pulsating around him, causing Chase to curse and shudder against me.

  “Fuck…Ashlynn…your pussy…shit, baby, it feels fuckin’ amazing,” he moans against my neck as he kisses my sweet spot and continues to thrust inside me, all while I clench around him, milking his dick.

  We’re both breathing heavily as we try to recover from the orgasms we just had.

  I keep my arms wrapped tightly around him, but place m
y feet on the bed with my legs falling open. I love the feeling of Chase inside me and his weight bearing down on top of me. It just feels right and perfect.

  “That was so worth the wait,” I tell him as I press a kiss to his shoulder.

  “I don’t know how I lasted two weeks. It’s a fuckin’ miracle. God, I wanted to last longer, but you felt way too good. Plus, seeing you cum around my fingers didn’t help me any. I just about blew my load right then and there.”

  Lifting his head, he locks his eyes on mine, and never closing them, kisses me again, but this time, it’s just a soft peck before pulling away. His eyes are searching my face, looking for what, I don’t know, but what I do know is his smile and those aqua blue eyes once again suck the air straight from my lungs.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” He cups my cheek and rubs the pad of his thumb softly against my cheekbone. “Thank you.”

  I give him a questioning look. “What are you thanking me for?” I ask, letting out a slight giggle.

  Another grin flashes across his gorgeous face. “For just being you,” is all he says before kissing me again, this time more fiercely, and for a moment, we get lost in each other, blocking out the world and the clock inside our heads counting down until our last day together.

  AFTER I DRAGGED ASHLYNN back into her shower and did everything to her I’d imaged doing the entire time she showered the first time, we got dressed and headed over to my house to meet up with everyone.

  We all did a shot before heading to Linc’s party, toasting to a night we’ll never forget, or if we have enough alcohol in our systems, a night we’ll never remember.

  For me, I hope I never forget tonight, because sex not once, but twice with Ashlynn was the best fuck of my life. Her pussy felt like home, and my dick is already homesick and begging to be buried deep inside her again.